Mom and I rode to Ohio together. It was neat as we both felt the same things in the spiritual realm. As we traveled, we began asking the Holy Spirit to reveal to us what different things meant. As He disclosed them, we prayed into it. If our throat hurt, we prayed for people to find their voice. If our head hurt, we prayed for wisdom. If our ovary hurt, we prayed against abortion and for life and love to be the center of the community. What a privilege it is to get to go into battle with my mother by my side!
